Encrusted Thoughts
Of Age, of what?
Like soup amongst my mouth
I heard you saw a theif
get shot
his blood it stumbled out
And teeth wrote on the wall to him
a haunting bitter woe
To see a human die and then
be taken down below.
No feirceness in my gut had I
No strength or sense of will
A shameful lonely heart had
To see a soul to kill.
And as I watched the trigger pull
and raised my thought instead
The man before me, at my will
Was sadly shortly dead.
And sorry was that ghostly face
What looked me in the eye
And saw an evil mother fucker
on the pavement lie
And in that breif encounter
a chapter of insane
I saw a black spot on my soul
I saw it with disdain
And took the metal to my head
And swiftly shortly found
Another mother fucker dead
laying on the ground.
1 comment:
freyja...how do I watch your blog? hmm
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